ROKU lyrics

by

Quin NFN


[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Tryna fight and we'll shoot at you (Pew, pew, pew)
Set it off like Boosie do (Yeah)
This a brand new Scat, no Subaru (Yeah, yeah)
n*ggas chicken, noodle soup (Hah)
We gon' spin, hula hoop (Yeah, spin)
Brand new foreign, and its bullet proof (This beat ProdByRTB)
We on his ass, fruit of loom (Hah)

[Verse]
Plenty cake, anime (Hah)
Known to snap, camera day (b*tch)
Givin' shots, Alize (Pew, pew, pew, pew)
Clap 'em down, patty cake (Blrrt, blrrt)
I was broke, I ain't have a date
My mama real and my daddy fake (sh*t)
I was sippin' oil this sh*t had me late (Yеah)
n*ggas weak, Saturday (Hah)
n*gga play, get 'em whackеd (Get him whacked)
Baby K, need Similac (Woah, b*tch)
Play with me and go tit for tat
n*ggas send shots and we gon send 'em back (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
My temper short and my flights long (Flight long)
Money old, Mike Jones (b*tch)
Diamonds hit with no lights on
Play my flow 'cause my pipe on (Hah)
Rockin' out, right on
Talk to Quin with the right tone (Pew, pew, pew)
n*ggas snakes, python
I'ma get the check, with Nikes on (Nikes)
Left the loss, tell 'em come get me (Come get me)
All my people gon run with it (There he is)
A lot of shots, like 150 (Blrrt, blrrt)
We gon' blow this b*tch till our gun empty, yeah (b*tch)
Diamonds froze, cool cups (Ooh)
Three K's, Ku Klux (Ooh, yeah)
I ain't never had to do much
I wish I could give a few f*cks (b*tch)
Yeah, we done went to war, Pakistan
Slide on 'em, avalanche (Hah)
Fourty kick, Jackie Chan (Pew, pew, pew, pew)
I been him since baggy pants (This beat prod by [?], been him)
Young n*gga, with old news (Old)
Leave him hot like soul food (Soul)
Gold noggin, gold coupe (Noggin)
She let me f*ck and I ain't want to (b*tch)
Facebook, we'll poke you (Poke him)
He fake beefin', tofu (Yeah, hah)
New whip, it ain't old school
You could search the kid on your Roku (Search him)
Capricorn, Gemini
Bad b*tch, she a Pisces (Bad)
Pink fifties, Blue hunnids
Money thicker than ice cream
Know these n*ggas don't like me (Hah)
My Glock dirty, hygiene (Pew, pew, pew, pew)
Rockstar, tight jeans
Pop his ass, fight these (Fight him)
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Tryna fight and we'll shoot at you (Pew, pew, pew)
Set it off like Boosie do (Yeah)
This a brand new Scat, no Subaru (Yeah, yeah)
n*ggas chicken, noodle soup (Hah)
We gon' spin, hula hoop (Yeah, spin)
Brand new foreign, and its bullet proof
We on his ass, fruit of loom (Hah)
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